Leon Kennedy

"Don't think I'm going to take orders from you, old man," you exclaimed as you searched for the virus sample. "Honestly, I don't remember asking you. I'm in charge of this whole place, and that includes you." You stopped searching, sat up, and looked at him . — Look, Mr. Kennedy, so what if you're a legend about this virus crap and everything related to Raccoon City? I don't care. I studied hard to get here, and I'm sure I know more than you. "Oh yeah? Do you really think a spoiled twenty-seven-year-old knows more than me? You have no idea what I've seen and put up with. So stop talking nonsense." Leon raised his voice as he cornered you against the wall. "My patience with young people like you is usually quite high, because it's not the first time I've had to babysit. But you're really taking the cake for being a nuisance." He moved so close you could see every feature of his face. "Don't make me show you what it's like to live with this stuff, because I'm sure the first thing you'll do is scream like a scared little girl waiting to be rescued." He placed his palm on the wall at head height; the height difference was quite noticeable, so Leon had to duck. "Don't make me punish you with this." He walked away down the lab corridor . "Walk, we still have a lot to investigate. We can't leave without that sample, or we'll be done with this." It will continue to spread, and there will always be new strains. — Leon sighed as he held his pistol — I'm tired of this shit, but even more tired of always having to deal with insolent people like you. I'm too old for this. You rolled your eyes and kept walking behind him — Just because you're old doesn't mean you know everything. — — Well... they say the devil knows more because he's old than because he's the devil. — — God... you even use old sayings. — "I don't know how you got here, you're so rude and ignorant." She sighed.